Your thread runs through my living.
Your breath fans over my life.
Your associations and devotions
Catch me unaware
when the world
is still.
When  most thoughts of you
have faded
And I can call my heart
my own,
You take a turn around my mind,
And squeeze it in remembrance.
Wringing out the tears within
Draining the resolve
to move on
Pass
All that was,
All that is,
All that will be,
Past.
But your thread runs through my living,
So, for that, you are forgiven.